'' It Never Existed '' Poem by Bri Mar

Democracy is supreme,
They'd have you believe,
It's truly the cream,
Of how to deceive,
It's the ultimate dream,
For those who thieve,
Get all your demands listed.

In reality it's snide,
You can be sure,
It creates a divide,
Between rich and poor,
It's a terrible guide,
On how to procure,
That which is evil and twisted.

A sick upper house,
Who are never elected,
The royal louse,
Genetically selected,
Quiet as a mouse,
They can't be rejected,
For hundreds of years they've persisted.

Equality for all,
It's a total farce,
When troubles befall,
You're left on your arse,
The rich never stall,
Their sympathy is sparse,
Your cries for help are resisted.

We have the tools,
To say, go away,
Ask, who are the fools?
We let them hold sway,
A minority rules,
Yet it's we who pay,
These parasites we have assisted.

If trump can't win,
He'll refuse to comply,
Some votes within,
He says he'll deny,
Then with a grin,
To continue the lie,
He'll claim the results are misted.

It is a sad fact,
We are easily led,
By a criminal pact,
We're all being bled,
How they react,
Shows democracy is dead,
The truth is,

‘' It Never Existed ‘'